Wildness and Masks

"Is this what a carriage is like... It feels a bit slow, not as fast as I can run."

The carriage Ogre was in originally belonged to Kakafil.

Logically, such a private carriage should be more luxurious, but the interior of Kakafil's carriage wasn't much different from others.

Ogre thought maybe Kakafil wasn't doing well...

That's why he moved from the inland to the borderlands.

In a place like the borderlands, apart from some ostracized merchants and those who value money over life (black market merchants), who would willingly come here to do business?

"I wonder if Foucault and the others have left the city yet..."

...

"We've arrived, Miss Geling."

Macal lifted the curtain of the carriage and reported the journey to Ogre.

Then, as Ogre was about to get off, he extended a helping hand.

The journey wasn't as bad as expected.

Perhaps because they had encountered enough troubles before, this journey was unusually smooth, without encountering any marauders.

"At least the goal was achieved..." Macal comforted himself inwardly.

"Mm..."

Ogre responded, then, with Macal's helping hand, got off the carriage.

Although it seemed there was still some distance to the town, walking there wasn't a hassle—this was the distance Ogre specifically requested Macal to leave.

This way, he could conveniently remove his disguise.

"Goodbye, you two. Here's a saying from the east for you—'Mountains and rivers meet, and the future is full of possibilities.'" Kakafil waved to Macal and Ogre before leaving with the convoy.

"Better not meet again..." Macal muttered inwardly as he watched Kakafil leave.